When Andy said he'd been a stoner for a decade, Lexie sort of snorted. She'd had lots of friends who were stroners. Though, she'd never met the ever ellusive functional and highly successful stoner. You know, the one that NORML said existed out there every day. That's not say she didn't love her stoner friends; she just always sort of wondered what they'd do if they couldn't spend their days half baked.
"So, you have some weird connections that make people think you're freaky? What are you, some super secret porn star? Gay porn? Listen, I'm not going to judge..." Lexie smirked, clearly she was teasing. She couldn't help it, he left the door wide open for her imagination to run inside and make things up about him. Something told her that Andy wouldn't mind being that his humor seemed to border on self depricating anyway.
"Big boom, small package, eh?" Lexie laughed a little. A doctor who kicked ass - that sounded almost too Prime-Time TV. Lexie hopped a little to avoid a tree root that had attempted to snare her footsteps. They were actually coming back up on the road again; they'd been walking for a while, hadn't they. "How's your leg holding up?"
Andy looked kind of odd when he'd admitted that he hadn't heard that from someone before. "They were probably just too intimidated by your super secret connections to tell you." Damn, another missed elbowing opportunity.
There had been a subtle shift in Andy's expression, one that Lexie couldn't even pretend to be able to read. 'You're a cool chick,' he said and Lexie shrugged. "Yeah, well, I've worked hard to attain this level of coolness."